Chapter 12

Vickie had waited less than two days to introduce her new slave to her duties of servicing corporate clients and paying customers as well. In the weeks that followed, Cassandra had, at first, resisted, but several sessions with the whip and she no longer openly questioned her mistress.

She and Laurel were talking as they ate breakfast together in the apartment, Vickie having already left for the office.

"Laurel, last night they tied me on a table and then stood in line to take me. There were almost a hundred people at that party."

"And they all..."

"Yes, every one. This is no better than the Empire Club."

"Yes, I know," agreed Laurel who herself had spent a busy night with three young, rich, spoiled college girls, looking for a different experience. They had been inexperienced with women, but young and energetic and Laurel was exhausted by the time they had satisfied their curiosity. At least they had not been sadistic, she thought, but her body ached and cried out for rest from the vibrators and the multiple orgasms both she and the women had repeatedly experienced.

"I can't take this," said Cassandra. "Life without a master or mistress was lonely, even miserable at times, but this..."

"It was so wonderful at first," replied Laurel. "Yuki and Vickie and I would make love for hours. Yuki and I were happy to be her slaves. She was a loving mistress and we would do anything to make her happy because we loved her and she loved us."

"What happened?"

"I'm not sure. It seemed that as time went on, Vickie began to relish the power over us more than she did our love. Then, when she was asked to run the company, power became everything to her. She began to see us, not as loving slaves, but as objects, sex objects, to be used only for her own gratification and then, to further her corporate success. Now, even though Yuki and I each gave her our million, she seems to need money very badly. She sold Cindy..."

"Wait, I remember her from the Empire Club. Redheaded, pretty... uh, they made her..."

"Well, Vickie found a client from the Middle East who gets off on that sort of thing and when he discovered she could... take... well, you know..."

Cassandra nodded.

"... well, the client made Vickie an offer to buy Cindy."

"And she actually SOLD her?????"

"Yes, when Cindy was sold, Vickie needed a new girl so she called you. She has another woman working for her, a non slave, named Penny."

"Then we're actually nothing more than prostitutes," mused Cassandra.

"I'm afraid you're right," replied Laurel despondently.

"Laurel, we have to get away from her."

"But she's our Mistress. She's my..."

"I know this is much harder for you than for me, but surely you can see that she doesn't love either of us."

"But... but..."

"How much longer do you think either of us can take what she's doing to us?"

"I know, it's just that..."

"We have to go, Laurel."

"But where will we go, what will we do? You know that neither of us can make it alone."

"So, we'll go together. Maybe together we can may it."

"You would want to live with me?" asked Laurel.

"Why not? We can be friends or lovers. Lord knows we've made love to each other dozens of times for Vickie's amusement. Actually I've enjoyed you Laurel. We could..."